Chapter 49. Leaving
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
A/N: Tesoro is sweet in Italian. Figlio is son.
Four weeks passed.
They still weren't any closer to figuring out where Fae was or how to bring her back.
"Do you have to go back to the Vinkus, Auntie Elphie?" Makinla asked, as she helped her aunt pack.
"Yes. We have an emergency meeting with the Maserhums that we can't miss." Elphaba said.
"About what?" Makinla asked, looking at her aunt. Elphaba took the folded skirt from her niece's hands and placed it in the bag.
"War."
"War?"
"Yes. They want to go to war with the Scrow, and the Arjiki, being the ruling tribe, have to find peace." Makinla nodded.
Once they were finished packing, Fiyero and Elphaba met the others at the train station.
"Write us when you get there, so we know you made it back safetly, Fabla." Nessa said, hugging her sister.
"I will. I promise."
"Do you have to go Elphie?" Glinda asked, tears in her eyes.
"Shh. Hush. Azzittire, mi tesoro." Elphaba whispered.
"What?" Glinda asked, when the two had pulled apart.
"Hush my sweet." Elphaba said.
Then, she turned to Liir. He wrapped his mother in his arms, lifted her off the ground, and hugged her, kissing her temple gently.
"Ti voglio bene, mi figlio." She whispered, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"Ti voglio bene, mamma." He replied, hugging her one final time. Then, he hugged his father goodbye.
"You sure you can't stay for another week?" Milla asked, hugging Elphaba.
"I wish we could. But this meeting is far too important." She said.
"You'll come next week?" Elphaba asked, hugging Candle.
"Of course Your Majesty."
"Elphaba. Call me Elphaba." The older woman said, once they parted.
"Elphaba."
Then, she turned to Fiyero.
"Ready?" She nodded.
"Why are you leaving?" Glinda asked.
"The Maserhums tribe wants to go to war with the Scrow. We have to try to work out a peace treaty. The last thing I want, is to go to war." Elphaba said, as Fiyero wrapped her in his arms. The two shared a gentle, loving kiss, before he took her hand and led her to the train.
"Good Afternoon, Your Majesties." The conductor said, punching their tickets. They thanked him.
"Elphaba! Fiyero!"
The two turned, to see a young man approach them. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt, he had dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Markolo. What are you doing here?" Fiyero asked, greeting the man.
"Here on business." Markolo said, hugging Elphaba.
"Who?" Anakin asked.
"This is Markolo, King of the Yunamata." Fiyero said, going through introductions.
Soon, the train whistled.
"We'd better go." Elphaba said, waving them goodbye. The three royals boarded the train, and waved goodbye as it rolled along.